Sunday, February 20, 2011

This is my favorite poem . . .


"There is intention
in the wing to fly, airfoil
not foiled
even in the death of
the red-winged blackbird, unlucky
on the hot macadam.

The wing is not foiled
by the stillness of heart
for it is not stillness it responds to.

The updraft of a small truck
pulls the wing toward flight
as if it could leave the blackbird
behind, on the heat-shimmering road.

As if wing alone could fly."
- Stephanie Coyne DeGhett

The reason why I love this poem so much is because of the very last line. I think it throws the whole poem into a different perspective. At least, it does for me. At first the poem was simply about a dead bird on hot pavement, but I realized while reading the last line that the poem wasn't about the bird but the will of the wing to fly. As if the wing alone could fly. As if any of us could go anywhere with just a wing. We can't move forward if parts of us are still stuck where they are. Our whole being needs to move forward with the wing.

1 comment:

  1. "We can't move forward if parts of us are still stuck where they are. Our whole being needs to move forward with the wing." -You have help put into words a confused thought that has been stuck in my head for a while now. Poetry to me sometimes is healing. I have struggled a lot with moving on and pushing myself forward in life to achieve a happy and successful life- a healthy life. I sat in deep thought one night confused about this itching on my mind about my way of doing things. A good friend once told me that I know the answers, I just need to do the footwork. Your blog post, to me, pertains to this same thought I've had in my head. Now that I see it in writing, I know that I knew this before- that we cannot move forward if parts of us are stuck- that our whole being needs to move forward. I think I was too scared before to accept this advice and to put the effort in. I am happy to say that I have taken this advice into consideration and have noticed a lot of positive changes since.

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